The time has come for me to say good-bye to my favorite blouse:
This is the Christmas that I first set eyes on it. My mom knows me so well. Only she could have given me such a blouse.
It looked fantastic, all of the time. It was my "go-to" blouse whenever I needed comfort or familiarity.
It went with everything.
And I wore it everywhere.
At one point, my sister made me take it off and sewed it up for me, just so that she would no longer have to witness the holy-ness it contained.
As all favorite blouses go, it has been worn for years, mended and re-mended, and has finally succumbed to the inevitable staining, stretching, and holy-ness. I therefore, must rid myself of it once and for all.
Goodbye mustard yellow. Goodbye slightly puffed sleeves. Goodbye old friend.